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Shivam May 2014
The sun blazing fiercely,
the moon longed for eagerly,
days draws to a close in quiet beauty,
plugging in cold water is inviting,
the tide of desire running low;
           scorching Summer is now here, My love
suggestion are always welcome
Shivam Jul 2014
It was raining yet it was perfect weather; the wind rustling through the trees. I was standing solemnly looking at her hair, which was rambling in the air. It seems wind stopped there momentarily to play with her hair. With which, the struggle, she tried to keep her hair intact with her hands. The sight by the edge of cliff. I see only yellow from that point and I wished to write about her but after a moment I realized that I was so mesmerized by the sight of her struggle with her hair that I don't even bother to look at her face. A faceless Girl.
Shivam May 2014
If she’d said something
I wouldn’t be giving upon her
Any where I would have followed her.
I’d haven’t missed her, only
If I’d not have giving upon her.
I know she’ll not miss even a gleam.
And I’d have bring her ice cream,
If she’d said something.

I would have woven
and spin my life round her,
If she’d said something.
I thought she would
be an epicenter of my life.
But when strop cut, I’d gulped
whole solid salty ****.
And I’ll grow dead -eventually- in evenfall.

Nightfall ought to be peaceful,
but it clutches your way like in gears.
A constant, perpetrated picture
keep your head occupied like a
brook flows with babbling sound.
I stare at the ceiling in the dark,
with same old empty felling in the chest.

A breeze brings with aroma of violet.
I lay on sand of salty water,
tides making growling sound.
I spoke to clear sky.
And I spoke to all.

Good bye - All men die.
Shivam Jun 2014
Cords of neck grows tighter
as head becomes heavier,
standing upfront, facing, pool
of black head - class.

Those eyes keeps on
staring as on naked body,
Those mouths keeps on
murmuring as a child baby.

And yet I didn’t lose to wear
a folly smile in gloomy light.

Once bluey-green foliage was
chirping in cold breeze just like
I am shrieking, internally,when
I lose my cold chord in middle.

Now, tree stand near
window, with open brown
hand under soggy blue sky.
All green gone.

Those brown hand become
stiffer in cold breeze.
Awaiting for autumn to
cherry blossom.

As I am dying for this
period to over,
where I stand frozen
under black shadow.
An experience of a boy who is reciting a poem in front of his class. In middle of it he losses the track the of his poem and all of its gone which he had solemnly learned last night.  

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Your valuable suggestions are welcome here.
Shivam May 2014
She who died in summer.
     She who died on train.
She who died at dawn.
     She who died in class.
She who died in kindle garden.
     She who died at each corner.
            
Only she who get evolved.
          She who is a dream now.
Shivam Jun 2014
The sky start shading,
flashlight flicking it all the way,
vehicles honking all away.
I stand day,
among desolated trees.

Bulbs start glowing
Birds cease chirping
Wind still whistling
I stand still,
among desolated trees

Moths start flying in hoping
I too love them tonight.
They crave for light
that killed all last night.
I stand lone,
among desolated trees

My light starts fading as
the dawn starts gazing.

So now I stand on paved
ground turned off,
hoping you do heart me
Is all that I pray.
It's about the lamppost in busy market along which couples takes photos. Where a man stand in hat and face covered and gives us the solemn look of lamppost.    

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Your valuable suggestion are welcome.
Shivam May 2014
Pack of lies explode
        as a match stick  
lighten gasoline.
suggestion welcome!
Shivam Apr 2014
Laying in my emotion.
Espying you in my ocean.
Drowning in your lotion.
Singing your song… na na na… aana  
That’s how you sang it.

Looking you in the mirror of memory,
all night goes in weeping dream.
You are a sleeve of my waking gleam,
Your voice still beams
in my emptiness.

I wondered silently, on shore
of misty stream, how will I paint
you tonight - Bold and bright red.
But I am scared that there is no you
except in my empty heart.

I wondered what it would be
like sitting beside you on couch and
reading you my heart’s bleed. But
internally I squeal like a child when
I behold the truth.
Shivam Apr 2014
Everytime** I scrolled down
my Facebook. Filled with AIR.
I thought of congratulating all the
posts but just ended up liking all.

EverytimeI opened down
my door. I saw him, holding
a laptop with cup of coffee,
on the eve of exam week.
I thought of smacking him down
when he speaks of her in his
sanctimonious and witty verbal noun
but just ended up giving him - a big- smile.

Everytime I crossed down
the street of light. I marveled at her
while waiting on a brown side.
In a smoky daylight, I thought
of speaking to her but just ended up
having Bournville all night.

EverytimeI closed my eyes.
I saw you in my dream
waiting on the other side.
And I’ll think of you tonight.
Your memory is like a sweet
melody. It won’t leave my
head. But there is no you,
except in my dream tonight.
And I don’t wanna wake up tonight.
Shivam Dec 2014
I

am

amnesia

of

her
Shivam Apr 2014
Humming gumming
******* drinking;
her lambent face
which blink in melody.
I try to forget her but lost in her memory when she is not with me.
Shivam Apr 2014
rolls down like
soldiers falling down
in enemy ground:
Stillicide
Shivam May 2014
You had slowly sunk your knife up to its hilt into his chest, piercing it into half. You saw his life slowly evaporate from his eyes. But you still heard his heart's pump which had grew old, crumpled and soon would be silent. You had felt his life trembling through the knife in your hand. It had almost overcame you for time being, the gentleness of being at the center of act of guilty. Guilty of being humane less. Then again it started flowing in your veins, but this time in much vigor, fearful and drearily. This largely ephemeral fear went away when you started plumping the knife several time with out being aware of him. It was like cutting butter with no resistance at all. While doing so you had went to floor with him to finish him. His eyes was remain wide open, you got the impression that he was imploring you not to harm him but to do right thing.*

You heard a hazy voice, "Thank you."
would appreciate your valuable  
suggestion and correction
Shivam Apr 2014
Shrieking and howling in
the monotonous falling night,
after dusk’s crepuscular alluring
disappeared in puff of smoke.

Incoming hatched forever in
dingy cage, where hunger
remain unsatisfied.When dark
storm cloud looming
into the horizon, but to hope
for nothing in a lamplight.

Our weary eyes still stray
down this window - to find
her marked town where
we stroll from day to night.

Watery eye still speaks of her in an
untethered dream with every glow of light.

And she came from out of the blue - sky.

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